The Creator

Hands, feet ,bones and blood, carved tenderly out of the mud.
Yellowing eyes straining to see, the mass of flesh that is to become me.
Rocking back and forth singing a song, the creator tenderly knits an arm.
Here is a leg , a neck, and some lips, on the floor by his chair a pair of hips.
Flesh and metal,bits of leather, my creator puts me all together.
And when I am done what a wonder to behold, I am a steampunk girl android.